A random woman waved me over as I walked past her house. We didn’t share the same language but we shared an embrace and giggled a whole lot.
She embodied the heart of hospitality, instead of the version that America has taught me. She didn’t clean her house, or throw on a candle, or fret about the inconvenience. She simply offered a place to sit and an endearing smile and she absolutely became the highlight of my race.
She wanted to create a space where I felt loved, encouraged, and cared for and I’m pretty sure that is what hospitality is all about.
